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I was listening to Jackson Browne being interviewed on the radio via You Tube. There’s a twisted path to go down and unravel. The piece was a couple of years old.

The interviewer ask Browne about the song ” These Days” which he wrote when he was 16 years old. There is a line that says ” Don’t confront me with my failures, I have not forgotten them.”

The interviewer was stunned at the self awareness of a 16 yearly who could write such a line.

Browne says something about the arc of the song. The arc of the song.

Just like the arc of your life as an artist or a musician. Or the particular arc of your life as a person, a parent, a child, and so on.

Is your life one arc or is it several intersecting arcs? Anyway, arc is getting to be an overused word in the arc of this post.

Good theatre or a good book is supposed to take you from point A to point B. Even a bad show or a lousy book will leave you in a different place from where you were when you started. It’s that arc thing.

Where am I going with this? I had this idea for an arc piece but I was having trouble thinking it through to any logical end so I decided to throw words against the page or wall to see what sticks. This particular arc seems to be more like a straight line.

I’ll count the time in quarter tones till ten.